fuck, let's get it

Tomorrow things will begin again, but not entirely in the way I'd like. Parts of myself have gone on hiatus.

-Allie

I'm not sleeping now

There's this weird sort of restless feeling that's been building in my stomach that I just can't break and it's so frustrating. I guess there's not really a point to writing this except for that it's helping with the knot in my belly — I feel like I'm on the brink of something new but I'm not quite sure what it is yet and it's killing me. Bleh.

I cannot stop listening to Ellie Goulding again. I'm going to go drink some Earl Grey then get drunk. I may write again later.

I love you,
Loch.

still so young

Things I like too much right now

coffee

hummus

marlboros

too short shorts

rainbow hair colors

walking everywhere

mason jar glasses

political fiction

Irish whisky

floral prints

politico

I swear to god I'm never the same person for more than a month at a time, sometimes I can't keep up with myself.

-Loch

I'm too alive

The eyes on my cat alarm clock are following me around my room and I am aware now more than ever that there's no one in my bed tonight. It's almost the new semester which means things are going to change again, like they always change at the beginning of the school year, and to be honest, I'm getting a little impatient. It's like I'm getting cabin fever but I don't know where I'm trapped or by what. Hopefully I haven't sleep-talked too much this weekend.

Last night I cuddle and today I'm in a frenzy. How pathetic am I?
I wish I had more to say, and that I wrote more often like I used to. Happy August.

I really hope you look at me like you did yesterday, tomorrow.

Here's a picture of my awkward cat,

Much love always,
Loch.